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I don’t disagree, and could 100% do without people’s fiction 101 attempts. Could also do without the 10-paragraph setups of the topography of a house or apartment. “The first floor had three bedrooms, all accessed by a single hallway. The second bedroom was parallel with a set of 9 windows, all about 15 feet off the

Not my story, but my Mother’s (and my Aunts). I have permission to relay.

Here are a few of my spooky encounters over the years:
-One summer when I was in law school, I worked at a small law firm whose offices were in a 100+ year old house. It was a very small firm, and the offices of the attorneys, paralegal, and assistants were spread out over the whole house. And I knew every person that

Burning Holes from Beyond

This happened to the ex-boyfriend of my cousin Alex. His family had just purchased a home in San Angel, a neighborhood in Mexico City filled with history and old houses. Among other things, it was site to the mass hanging of men belonging to Saint Patrick’s Battalion.

In the August of 2012 my dad killed himself. Earlier in the year he’d had open heart surgery and was never quite the same after. Then he broke his jaw and a business partner screwed him over in a major way. He’d struggled with mental health issues for years but all those things combined broke his spirit. In July it

I have a story from this summer- I’ve been waiting for this post to come so I can share it.

I posted this a few years ago, but I don’t think more than 2 people read it. So here it is again!

I gave birth to my baby girl at the end of June this year. I was in labor when the Dobbs decision came out, but that is a different kind of story for another day.

“Tales from an ER Laboratory”

This is the story of the second reason I no longer enjoy being in the woods.

I grew up in a wooded area — my parents still live there. And something that happened this past December put a creepy spin on a thing that happened when I was a kid.

I’m much too late for anyone to see this. But I’m posting because this literally happened to me LAST NIGHT: 10-10-21.

This happened when I was living in Chicago in 2015 in a three floor walk up apartment building. Only 3 units that shared the stairwell - mine being the middle. One night I was in a hurry to meet friends for a night out. Around 4am, my boyfriend and I came home very drunk to my apartment door wide open. We went through

Another one that proves truth is scarier than fiction...

Posted this to a different website a couple of years ago but deleted that account, figured I’d add to all the tales here that I’ve enjoyed reading. Anyway, here’s the story:

I grew up in a very rural area, our house being one of the more remote in our little town. From the main road leading to actual cities, we were a few turns onto more secluded roads, eventually turning off onto a little dirt road weaving back into the forest that surrounded our house on three sides. Our nearest

People always share really heartwarming ghost stories in this contest. This isn’t that exactly, but I hope it’s the prelude to someone else’s heartwarming ghost story.

About 11 years ago, myself, my husband and our one-year-old daughter moved into a house on a quiet cul-de-sac in a great neighbourhood. The house had been built in the 70’s and had not been updated, so inside it wasn’t overly attractive, but it was spacious with a nice little yard and it was affordable. Weird things

From ages four to fourteen, I lived in an old brick house in a college town in central Texas where almost everything was new construction. It was in a pretty ritzy part of town, and even there it stood out with its “circa 1925" bronze plaque next to the front door. My parents were professors at the local